"Hold tight!" With a whoosh of dust, the pair winged up towards the airship and through the open hatch. Blunt wrinkled his nose at the smell of burnt paint, and winced at the white cloud covering everything.

However, he had a job to do. With a kick, the rope ladder went tumbling towards the ground, and he quickly knotted together a few ropes from a supply closet. He smiled, and gave one end to the little filly to hold; had to make her feel useful, after all. Holding the rest far away from her in a pair of grey claws, he flew up towards the tip of the zeppelin and tied the smoldering end to the attachment points.

It was a simple matter to tow the blimp to where they needed to go, and Blunt began routing ponies up the cable-and-steel ladder. "Anyone else want to get out?" he called, surveying the last, a green and yellow unicorn, climbing with difficulty up the ladder.